| Welcome to My Poetry Page! :) The Original Work Of Boriquita |
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| UNIQUE I want to change in me one thing like everybody else who make it difficult for anyone to understand them I want to talk but with who all I have is artificial friends That is why all this has started I wonder if there is anybody else who thinks like I do and feel He, or she would be hard to find This is why I find myself unique Different from everyone and sometimes even superior but I still stand high I know I will be a success The sorry thing is I'll go through it alone ------------------oOo------------------- December, 1992 |
| If that happy face is there, send me a message!! |
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| This Remains This is the way I will remain I know at least this is no pain Sure you will think what a waste I know I wont have to make up names And sure you make no complaints about how our love goes down the drain All you want is to play but I'm not in the player's game Baby, Honey go away this is not the right place -------oOo------- March, 1993 |
| Mi Tierra En mi pais natural anhelo estar pronto yo sueno y espero llegar a Borinquen Te mando saludos de todo los lados y espero llegar Cerca de ti antes de que llegue el cansancio en mi -------oOo----- April, 1993 |
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Miles Between Around the globe there was a splendid night Which in a few minutes felt just right With an alcohol high that was fairly limited But a gentle touch high that can last a lifetime Between two distinctive individuals Serene hands intimidated the young lady And his tender kiss drove her insane Because the inviting, enticing eyes Would not diminish the magnifying thought That there would be increasing miles between Aware in each moment that the distance will grow My hands traced his face trying to seduce him Napping, relaxing by his body for stretching minutes A graceful night spent comfortably together Chatting about the wonders that came to our minds Filled with endearment and innocence throughout Not failing to realize that there would be In a matter of time, many miles between Boriquita June, 2001 |
| My last Will is a poem I wrote, that's what you are listening too..... |
